Dreams of Resurrection

The other night I had a dream that I was young again. In my dream, my little brother and I were together--it was all about the joy we had together. There wasn't one specific activity we did--in the dream--it was just a feeling of spending time and enjoying one another. We were kids without any cares or concerns in the world. We frolicked through the days simply enjoying each other and our happy lives. And then--out of nowhere--he died. In my dream, I grieved my loss, and I anticipated his funeral; however, he wasn't buried, and somehow this seemed okay. My parents carefully laid him to rest on our family couch--almost as if we were waiting for something. Everyday I walked by my little brother peacefully residing in our home. A great deal of time passed, and then--almost as suddenly has he had gone--he was alive.

I remember being so grateful at my parent's wisdom in keeping him with us. The moment he awoke was indescribable joy. Joy beyond anything I have ever felt. It was a culmination of the love we shared before he was gone, missing him, and then all things being restored. My heart was filled to bursting. We laughed. We talked. All was well again in my world.

And then it was over.

I awoke feeling as if something was missing. Brandon was just in the surface of my mind, and I felt as if something grand had happened. As I gathered my thoughts, I realized that Brandon was--in fact--gone, and that he hadn't been resurrected--not yet.

When I went to bed the previous night, I wasn't thinking about Brandon; however, somehow in my dream world--I found him. It has been a year since Brandon has passed away. For the most part, we are doing well; however, I am constantly amazed how mourning sometimes takes longer than we realize. I am grateful for this dream, because despite the fact that we would never lay someone to rest on our living room couch, it still provides a powerful truth that will someday be realized.

Brandon will live again. The joy I felt at Brandon's "resurrection" must have been only a small taste of what it will really be like when we see our loved ones again. I am so humble and grateful for a Heavenly Father who loved me enough to send His Son to die for me. I am speechless when I think of my Savior's love and grace on my behalf. Because of the atonement, all things will be made right. I can't even imagine the joy.



Brandon when we were young...



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